"Oh look, we’ve only gone and set the scene for you to seductively hum David Gray’s Sail Away to your date. Actually, please don’t do that. Partially because this maroon bistro-esque barge in Islington never actually floats away but also because it’s a terrible, terrible idea. Arguably London’s most alluring floating fire hazard, Caravel is packed full of enough candles to ensure that skin contact—of both the wine and PDA variety—thrives. The dishes are a selection of British-meets-European love matches like confit duck and pickled plum salad, and if you’re just looking to do drinks, head to their neighbouring bar(ge), Bruno’s. " - heidi lauth beasley
Aleksandra Boruch
